I’m such a huge idiot. All these years, 40 & ½ to be exact, I have been toodling along thinking to myself, “I’m aging as well as can be expected for a fair skinned, thin headed kind of gal”. This morning I came to a rude awakening, while sitting at the hair dressers, getting a touch up on my roots. I caught myself looking at my hair lady while she was talking, and noticed my eye lids drooping all the way over my actual eye balls. How I was even seeing her speak is a mystery to me. As a youngster, I noticed this feature in my Grandma Ruby, when she was in her 70’s, so I come by it naturally. I just thought it might be something that happened later in life, when I don’t care as much about excess skin folds blocking my vision. Apparently not so.
The other reason I claim to be an idiot on this gorgeous Saturday in Colorado, is that I thought it might be a good idea to go to Costco. Really people? On a Saturday? Me and all of Westminster were there, and let me tell some of you something you might find a little confrontational. You aren’t all nice. You take parking spots and you get pushy in the aisles and you sure like taking your time while getting all the free samples. And it’s not like I could send Billy, what with him being all “parent of the day” spending three hours at the Nature and Science Museum thing. But I made it through the experience and that’s what matters, right?
Now I’m home to savor a couple hours of peace and quiet, and enjoy my newly colored roots. I had to get them done up right as I am graduating in no time. “From where” you ask? Don’t mind if I do! From Nursing School! In 24 days, to be exact. I KNOW! Can you even believe it? I can’t. For the first time since I started this journey, I really believe I am going to finish it. There have been so many ups and downs, and times I wasn’t sure I could handle going to another clinical setting where all the nurses were just annoyed with students and the patients seemed like they were about to die. If I were honest, I’d have to say there were more downs than ups, so ending my final preceptorship on a high note is such a wonderful gift!
Currently I’m wrapping up my last 105 clinical hours in an actual clinic, rather than a hospital. I was skeptical at first as previous students told me I’d just be on a phone all day and not get to do much. But not so! I’ve gotten to start iv’s, done throat cultures, nasal washes, injections, and a wide assortment of other nursing duties. I was also nervous about meeting my preceptor…spending that much time one on one can be great, or the opposite of great. Turns out, it’s been GREAT. “Rebecca”, I’ll call her, because that’s her name, has been teaching me a lot. She’s pushed me to try new skills, and always backs me up when I’ve needed some help. She’s extremely sarcastic, and her dry sense of humor has helped me get through some long days. I’m so grateful there are people out there willing to teach students, and Rebecca does it on a volunteer basis. She’s amazing, and an asset to her organization. I really hope someone recognizes that, besides little ole’ me.
Well, Billy and the kids are about to get home, and the house isn’t going to clean itself. Even though I’m almost a big fancy nurse, I still have responsibilities around here. I hate to admit this publically, but it’s been three months since I’ve changed the kids’ bedding. Does that seem wrong? On the flip side, I bet they are building up an amazing immune system. And before I ramble on anymore about the petri dish that is my house, please accept my Happy Wishes for a good Thanksgiving. As the holidays kick into full speed, I sincerely wish you many blessings and that you and yours are surrounded with laughter, love, and food that wasn’t hard to make.